"inhume" poems
Breathing in the fresh air near the trees of serpentine purple,
To inhume the dolour of my dejected loneliness..
In the distressing ire I am that lacustrine,,
Listening the soft lay in the beautiful lea..
People know, my wounds are plumbless,,
No tears in my orbs , seems I am mage....
People here are serpents who don't slay,,
But are giving the bad sempiternal gashes...
Now look at my stygian tenebrous visage,,
From which poesy is flowing with a plashing sound...
You,, know their life was in pitch_dark,,,
Now is lucent and niveous, orgulous!! what I did,,
Those toys of clay rend me savagely,,,
Now my vermilion ichor exhibits the beautiful limn.
People of this era are pitiless,, my dear!!!
Are deceiving ere and after, not caring for eld..
Aug 31, 2020
Aug 31, 2020 at 4:53 AM UTC
Through the sudden mist of fiery eyes
and the most enticing tresses,
of grey, black and white
pressing against her head.
A pear, so pale and dilapidated;
with a stick grabbed to support that gait.
She’s covered in white, or any shade
that explains her weary state
Vanity or verve, she has none,
for all the opposition she has faced.
A little crack on her lips
with uneasiness and much force,
for she has lived all her life,
devoted to petty chores.
An ode to her should be sublime,
One that exalts her to the stars.
Yet, none could i offer, but a mirthless stare
Once her body was laid-down, bare
for mother earth,
to consume and inhume,
As i watched with unspoken guilt.
Jun 25, 2018
Jun 25, 2018 at 3:19 AM UTC